Diana Duncan

Don’t ever ‘influence’ me against my will again, MacLachlan,. Or I will load your balls into my Cuisinart and press ‘chop.

Don’t ever ‘influence’ me against my will again, MacLachlan,. Or I will load your balls into my Cuisinart and press ‘chop.

– Diana Duncan –

Sword of the Raven

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